Take a small town in Alabama, chocked full of colorful southern characters. Add a young lady named Bunny, who likes teased hair, tight clothes, high heels, white bread, and Spam. Follow her as she makes her way through a southern society she has never quite been a part of. It is a tale of old traditions, old families, friends, a little voodoo, and the skeletons that dance in the closet. Oh, did I mention her mother is the town madame.

My Life A Bit South of Normal

Saturday, January 2, 2010

The Dirth of Alzheimer's

I have come to know a cruel and sinister foe that lurks amongst us. A disease that can strike someone at any time - at the top of their game, at an early age or at the end of their days when it is their time to enjoy family and friends. It comes quickly and silently, like a fog in the night. Before anyone knows it, they are lost in the dark mist, slowly slipping away, out of sight, out of our grasp. We can see them, make out their shadow. But, even as we reach out to save them, they slip away. In our attempts to hold them, hold onto their lives, to our memories, we are thwarted. The blank look looms with the stare that tells all and nothing. The smile that masks the confusion. They are there but they are not. Their souls have slowly vanished before our eyes, an evil allusion. All we have left are their memories, for they are gone - forever.

About Me

My Mama told everyone she was raised on a tobacco farm. In her mind she envisioned Tara. She always referred to my father as being in the "Medical Profession".He was just a pharmacist. She insisted I grow up, in a world of cotillions and white gloves, all the while we had to deal with her increasing dependence on alcohol. Her sister had dreams of being a Kennedy. Daddy's sister was a role model for Aunt Bee. Since both never married, I just knew I was doomed to be an old maid. My parents divorced and my Mama, in her drunken way of thinking, refused to accept it, even though my father remarried. After she sobered up my mother & I became close. Then I saw a quirky side such as her fight with the florist on her street, a penchant for shopping at Dollar Stores, and her love of her sterling silver. I married and we have 2 wonderful daughters. My DH (dear husband, doting husband, damn husband -depending on the occasion) is the curious sort. Our home & backyard often resemble a zoo - only in the South. So this blog is to share this life with the world. As many say, "I couldn't make this up if I tried." And, yes, there is a book in the works. Stay tuned, the stories continue.